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“Fuck you,” Bert spat as he rubbed his jaw, pain coursing through it from Quinn’s fist colliding with it just moments prior. Quinn stood there smugly – and even though his fist hurt like hell – he was proud of the way Bert sunk in on himself from Quinn’s strength.
“You’re losing your speed, Bert – getting all soft on me. Still heartbroken over Gerard? What happened to the even fights that we had back in the day?” Quinn taunted, the name of the singer leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He might’ve been there to support Bert during the breakup, but in fights like these, all was free game. At least it was free game for Quinn.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that Quinn? Fuck. You.”
Quinn smirked. It was too easy.
“Those aren’t exactly the lyrics, Bert. The lyrics are ‘Fuck my ass’. I know we haven’t performed ‘Choke me’ in a while, but come on babe , I had faith you would remember our song,” He grinned, and Bert retaliated with a hard punch towards Quinn’s face, but Quinn was quick enough to let the blow absorb into his arm.
“I love how romantic our fights are, honey,” Quinn laughed, rubbing his arm. He knew that strike was going to leave a bruise, but he didn’t care. The combination of the alcohol, the drugs, and the shitty performance Bert gave earlier that night fueled him with enough adrenaline that he could barely feel any pain. Bert on the other hand – even though the same substances were coursing through his blood – was struggling. He clenched the hand that he used to punch Quinn, feeling the ache begin.
“So much for that bullshit of a song ‘Blue and Yellow’, huh? I never want to play that song again, because I wish I never wrote that. You don’t deserve that,” Bert snapped, and for a moment, he saw Quinn’s face fall. He was about to open his mouth again before he felt his back hit the wall with a loud thud. He looked and saw Quinn right in front of him.
“You don’t mean that,” Quinn said slowly, as if he was reassuring himself instead of questioning Bert.
“I do, oh I fucking mean it. And guess what, Quinny? I’m the lead fucking singer. If I don’t want to sing some dumbass song with lyrics I wrote , I’m not singing it. It’s not like Jepha or Dan would fight me on it.”
Quinn stood there, hands holding Bert to the wall, frozen. He didn’t know what to say.
“Got nothing to say? Did that one finally choke you up? Heh, funny with the roles reversed. Never thought it would be me choking you ,” Bert smirked, even giving a wink. Quinn looked at the man in front of him – his blonde hair falling in front of his eyes, his smile even more wicked than usual.
Quinn knew Bert didn’t mean the words he was saying. He knew this was all a part of their pattern, their cycle. It didn’t mean the words didn’t sting any less.
Before Bert could speak again, Quinn used one hand to punch Bert in the jaw again, only to grip a handful of his hair and pull him into a rough kiss. Their lips collided, and Bert’s response was exactly as expected.
It was their little game. They’d fight and they’d wreck each other, only so they could fully indulge. Fully give in to each other – over, and over, and over again.
Quinn bit down on Bert’s lower lip slightly, feeling him gasp into his mouth. He and Bert both loved the way they kissed one another, it was rough and painful and it was them .
Bert’s hands moved around Quinn’s shoulders, pulling him in closer, and Quinn felt Bert’s chest, the rise and fall of his deep breaths against him. The familiar thump, thump of Bert’s heart slowly getting faster, a physical encouragement for Quinn. He loved this, he loved getting a rise out of Bert, and he loved how things always turned out.
Quinn moved away from Bert’s mouth, looking at the man in front of him while he pulled his lips off him. Bert’s cheeks were flushed red, his mouth parted slightly.
“You’re so fucking pretty, god, I missed you,” Quinn smiled as he placed his lips against Bert’s neck, grazing his teeth up and down the sensitive skin as he heard Bert’s breath hitch at the sensation. Quinn knew Bert was an acquired taste, with his wide eyes, large brow bone, unkempt eyebrows, and the smile he wore that always curled a little too far upward. He was praised and worshipped by fans for how he looked, and then torn to shreds in the media for those exact same physicalities. He was odd-looking, he had bold features, and the best way to put it was that Bert McCracken made people’s heads turn for every single reason. Quinn felt proud that he genuinely found every part of this strange, unique, controversial-looking man breathtaking.
“I need you,” Bert gasped in a shaky voice, hands moving into Quinn’s hair and tightening. “You’re the only one who does this to me, Quinn.”
Quinn nodded as he continued to kiss Bert’s neck, using one hand to slowly move down Bert’s clothed chest. He tugged up lightly on the hem of his shirt, and Bert got the message almost instantly, letting Quinn get off him as he tugged his shirt off.
Quinn let his hands linger on Bert’s waist, tracing the smooth, pale skin as more and more of Bert’s body came into view. He loved the way they have both grown since they were teens, watching as Bert and he changed into the people they are now.
He loved seeing all the differences, like Bert letting his hair go back to its natural blonde color whilst Quinn finally stopped bleaching his hair and letting it go brown. But he also loved seeing the little things that never changed, like Bert still wearing stupid t-shirts with dumb sayings on them, or Bert singing loudly and obnoxiously in public, or the way they always shared their coffee without even having to ask the other.
Quinn just loved everything about their lives together - the good, the bad, everything . Because it didn’t matter if they fought, it didn’t matter if they kissed, it didn’t matter what they were doing. It mattered because it was Quinn and Bert and that’s all he cared about.
“What are you waiting for? Take your shirt off and get the fuck back on me,” Bert complained, and Quinn smirked at how impatient he was - always has been. He pulled off his own t-shirt, the tight fabric proving to be a bit more difficult to remove than Bert’s baggy shirt. He slipped it over his head, revealing his smooth, toned chest and stomach that perfectly matched his arms, his neck, his face, and his jaw. It was Bert’s turn to rake his eyes over the man in front of him, but adrenaline was coursing through his veins from the fight, the kissing, and the touching that Bert couldn’t wait any longer.
Bert took a couple of steps forward, abandoning the wall as he pulled Quinn back into the kiss. They both knew they needed to move into one of their rooms – making out in the hallway in the shared house wasn’t too smart, considering it was a matter of time before Jepha and Dan came back from the venue.
If they were still fighting, Jepha would’ve grabbed Bert and pulled him away from Quinn’s violence, and Dan would’ve punched Quinn, yelling at the both of them for constantly acting this way. Then, Bert and Quinn would wander off to their own rooms. Bert would sit in his bed, cursing himself for the vicious words he threw around, lighting up a cigarette even though he isn’t supposed to smoke inside, and silently praying that at some point, Quinn would be knocking at his door. Bert would let Quinn in, they would mutually apologize as they held each other. Afterward, Quinn would stay in Bert’s room with him the rest of the day or night. Except – that wouldn’t ever happen, and Bert had gotten used to telling himself to never expect anything more.
Meanwhile, Quinn would pace around his room, rubbing his hands that ached as he replayed the hurtful things Bert would tell Quinn on a loop. Quinn would consider going to Bert’s room, hovering his hand over his own doorknob as he whispered the apology he wanted to tell Bert. But Quinn never went through with it, and the both of them would wallow alone, isolated with their self-destructive thoughts.
But Jepha and Dan did not catch them fighting today, so that wasn’t going to play out. Instead, Quinn was clinging to Bert’s lip with his teeth as Bert tried to navigate a way to his bedroom without having to let go of Quinn.
“Next time we fight, we fight in one of our rooms,” Bert said breathily against Quinn’s mouth as Quinn used one of his hands to open the door behind them, and he smiled against Bert’s lips. When he got the door open, he pulled Bert inside immediately, shutting and locking the door as fast as he could behind them. When he turned around, Bert was standing there, waiting there, watching him.
Quinn couldn’t hold off any longer – and he pushed Bert back onto the bed, hearing a slight gasp of surprise as his back hit the comforter under him. Quinn immediately followed, climbing on top of him, trapping him between his arms, Bert’s hair a blonde halo spread out under and around his head. Quinn lowered his head, his lips barely grazing Bert’s as he slowly moved his hand lower, delicately brushing his fingers against Bert’s clothed cock, before moving and squeezing a handful of Bert’s thigh.
“Please,” Bert asked, his voice hot and desperate against Quinn’s lips.
“You’re so easy,” He replied.
“Only for you.”
Quinn’s stomach twisted slightly – he knew that wasn’t true. It was never true and it wouldn’t ever be true. But he pushed those words away as far as he could, storing them for the day he’d actually have enough courage to address them.
“You want me?” Quinn felt his voice shaking a little and hoped Bert wouldn’t notice. “You want me , right?”
Bert nodded, his mouth slightly parted, and Quinn noticed the way his bottom lip was redder than normal from the way Quinn’s teeth tugged on it.
“Then say it.”
Bert blinked at the man who was on top of him, messy brown hair scattered around and sticking slightly to his forehead. He stared into Quinn’s eyes, dark brown and flecks of hazel and everything that could be considered beautiful. They were watching him, they were waiting for him to disappoint Quinn like he has so many times. He wasn’t going to disappoint Quinn tonight.
“I want you, fuck , you know this. I want you, Quinn,” He let out a deep breath, and he saw for a brief moment that Quinn’s eyes crinkled slightly at the ends – a secret sign that Quinn was happy. Bert knew Quinn wanted more, and he was ready and happy to provide it – anything for the man on top of him. “I can’t even believe you’d doubt it for a second, you know what you do to me.”
“Fuck, I want you too,” Quinn gasped, grinding his hips against Bert. “Can you get on your knees for me? Off the bed.”
Bert nodded eagerly, and Quinn got off the man. He stood up and undid his belt, sliding his jeans off as Bert sunk down to his knees, sitting back on them as he watched Quinn get undressed. Quinn loved the way Bert looked at him – blonde hair slightly pushed away from his face, big eyes lust-blown and needy, and Quinn thought he looked absolutely stunning. But Quinn thought Bert always looked absolutely stunning.
The moment Quinn stepped out of his boxers, Bert took him into his mouth. Quinn had to restrain himself from automatically bucking further down Bert’s throat, he didn’t want to choke the man – not yet. Bert was highly skilled with his mouth, and as much as he loved to fuck Bert’s throat, he also adored letting him do the work. Quinn loved seeing Bert try so hard to please him – it felt like the only time that the roles were reversed.
“ Fuck ,” Quinn cursed under his breath, and he tightened his grip in the man’s hair, causing Bert to let out a muffled moan around his cock, the vibrations adding to the sensation. Bert’s mouth was hot and wet, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “You need to use that mouth of yours for singing and sucking dick only.”
Bert chuckled, but Quinn tugged on his hair, bringing his dick further down Bert’s throat. “I meant it, so fucking good for me, baby. I love when your mouth is on me, you’re meant for this.”
Bert bobbed his head, sending waves of pleasure to shoot right through Quinn, and he moaned as he involuntarily pushed deeper into Bert’s mouth, his grip in Bert’s hair holding him in place. He felt his cock meet the back of Bert’s throat, and the way the man choked around him was intoxicating.
“Jesus Christ, Bert. You’re fucking unreal, you know that? Absolutely stunning,” Quinn grinned with a deep breath as he raked his fingers through Bert’s blonde hair. It was longer now, the platinum was starting to grow out. Quinn remembered when Bert first dyed it, how he would make fun of him for copying Quinn’s platinum hair. He would brag about how it used to be natural, but Bert would humble him immediately since Quinn quickly turned brunette.
Bert tried to pull away for a second to take a breath, but Quinn kept his fingers locked in Bert’s hair. Bert looked up at him, begging with his eyes, and Quinn smirked back down at him. He loved the way Bert looked so fucked out – his eyes were watery, his lips swollen and he was drooling around Quinn’s cock. He felt himself getting close, and as much as he loved watching Bert choke on him, he wanted to be inside of Bert more than anything. He let go of Bert’s hair, and slowly pulled him off.
“You want me to fuck you?” Quinn asked, and Bert nodded.
“Yes, fuck, please ,” Bert replied, his voice hoarse and raspy. Quinn helped him off his knees and wiped some of the spit off Bert’s lips before he pushed his finger into Bert’s mouth.
“I love it when you’re desperate,” He smiled as he pushed his finger deeper, feeling as Bert hummed around it. He removed his finger and nodded towards the bed. Bert took his boxers off, his cock hard against his stomach, and Quinn admired the view in front of him as he watched Bert lay down on the bed. He quickly moved between his legs, pushing his thighs apart, pressing his fingers deep into the soft skin.
“You still got that lube in the bedside drawer?” Quinn asked in a low voice, and Bert nodded.
“Mhm,” Bert replied as Quinn pressed harder into his thighs. Quinn already knew the answer was yes. He used that lube two days ago when they last fucked – he just wanted to hear Bert’s whiny voice.
He gave Bert’s thigh a light slap as he got up, and he caught a glimpse of Bert rolling his eyes with a smile plastered on his face. He quickly rummaged through the drawer, before pulling out the small bottle of lube they had to buy when they were still on the bus for tour. He poured some of the substance onto two of his fingers, before closing the lid and setting the bottle back onto the nightstand.
Once Quinn was back on the bed over Bert, he slowly lowered his head, pulling Bert into a slow kiss. He felt as Bert’s tongue grazed his, and he moved his hand downwards till it was between Bert’s thighs. He continued to kiss Bert as he slowly pushed a finger inside of him, and he felt as Bert exhaled against his lips. As Quinn slowly stretched him out with one finger, Bert pushed himself onto Quinn as he whimpered. He chuckled and pushed Bert’s hips back down as he slid another finger inside of him.
“Oh my god ,” Bert moaned, back arching slightly as Quinn brushed his fingers against his prostate, and now he was beginning to feel desperate – he wanted to fuck Bert immediately.
“Can I fuck you now, baby?” Quinn asked, and when Bert gave a nod of confirmation, he slowly pulled his fingers out. He went and got a little more lube for his dick, and then he was on top of Bert again, slowly pushing his cock inside of him.
Quinn let out a deep sigh as he felt Bert around him, and he smiled as he watched Bert’s hands grip the sheets while he moaned. He began slowly thrusting in and out of Bert, taking his time and being sure to be gentle. Once he felt Bert’s hand grip his wrist, he looked up at the man, blue eyes staring at him.
“You can go faster,” Bert said with a grin, and with that, Quinn began fucking him with more force. He grabbed the backs of Bert’s calves and pushed his legs up towards Bert’s head – one of the many pros of Bert being so abnormally flexible. Bert was letting out a string of gasps and moans as he pounded into him, and he watched as Bert reached his hand down towards his own cock, to which Quinn slapped his hand away.
“ No ,” Was all Quinn said, and Bert let out an annoyed sigh. He opened his mouth to reply, but Quinn picked up his speed, causing any words to turn into more desperate whimpers. He dropped Bert’s legs, and they quickly moved to wrap around Quinn’s waist, pulling him closer. Bert dug his nails into Quinn’s back, and he was sure that he was going to leave red marks – but Quinn didn’t mind at all. He didn’t mind because here he was, fucking Bert McCracken, who was pressing his lips into Quinn’s collarbone to muffle some of his moans, his hold on Quinn pulling him deeper inside of Bert. The soft ‘ ah ah’ s and ‘ fuck , please Quinn ’s escaping his lips made any pain Quinn could endure worth it.
“Oh fuck , I’m gonna come, can I come inside you, baby?” Quinn grunted.
“Mhmm, yes, p-please!”
With that, Quinn pushed deeply inside of Bert and felt his orgasm run through him, and he caught Bert’s lip in his and bit down as he rode out the high. Quinn slowly pulled out, and noticed as Bert watched him with big eyes that were hazy and needy.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not gonna leave you like this. Come sit against me, with your back to my chest,” Quinn smiled, and he and Bert adjusted so Quinn was leaning against the headboard, Bert’s back against him, sitting between his legs. Quinn reached a hand around Bert’s waist and wrapped his fingers around Bert’s cock. Just as Bert let out a sigh of relief, Quinn wrapped his free hand around Bert’s neck, and began pressing into it. Bert’s sigh turned into a surprised gasp, and Quinn picked up his speed as he jerked Bert off, while simultaneously tightening his grip around Bert’s neck.
He knew Bert was close when he felt a hand claw at his own thighs and saw Bert’s legs shaking slightly. Quinn moved in towards Bert, lips grazing his ear from how close he was. He exhaled before saying in a low voice, “You gonna come for me, baby?”
As if on cue, Bert’s hand only tightened on Quinn’s thigh, and Quinn let go of Bert’s neck, watching as Bert basically mewled and moaned a string of words that all sounded similar to ‘Quinn’.
Quinn watched as Bert came on his hand and Bert’s own stomach, and once he felt Bert start to tremble from the overstimulation, he pulled his hand off of his cock. Quinn then took a handful of Bert’s hair, and tugged his head backwards slightly. Bert watched as Quinn brought two fingers that were covered in Bert’s cum to his mouth, and Quinn pushed them between Bert’s lips, forcing him to taste himself. He moaned around them, and Quinn held eye contact with him the entire time.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Quinn smiled, a real smile – the ones where his eyes crinkled and his cheeks turned slightly red. It was the smile that Quinn only reserved for Bert, and it was also Bert’s favorite thing in the whole world.
“Think about that the next time you decide to punch me in the face, fucker,” Bert chuckled in response, and Quinn ruffled up his hair.
“Every time I punch you, we end up having sex though. Why would I stop?”
Bert smirked, “Yeah, good point.”
“Told you our fistfights are romantic,” Quinn raised his eyebrows suggestively, and Bert just rolled his eyes, pulling Quinn into another kiss.
Quinn smiled against the kiss, replaying his own words in his head. It was true – their fights, their violence – it was somehow romantic. Their hard love was simultaneously a soft love; their fights meant just as much as something like stargazing meant to them. It might not make sense to anyone else, but Quinn knew it made sense to him and Bert, and that was all that mattered – neither of them owed anyone an explanation in the first place.